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Step off the train, walking down your street again...
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Mood:
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It's interesting when you realize certain things about people. For instance, of the many (many, many) women I pine away for, I recently recalled a reason or two why I'm not with one of them. Now, this wasn't a startling realization by any means, just a kind of, "Ah, yes..." sort of feeling. Now, this isn't to say that I don't miss her and wouldn't jump at the opportunity to connect, but...thinking about it from this distance, we don't really quite fit. Sort of sad, but better to keep in mind than not. I probably ought to write it down somewhere or something.

Another realization was that I'm slightly annoyed that I've lost contact with certain people. This dude I used to (barely) know used to play under the name "Rajah"; saw him at Highland Grounds a couple times, hung out at his place with his roommate (Shalon, whom we knew a bit better) and got high a couple times. Had a fair bit of fun back then. I was reminded of him 'cause "Everything but the Girl" flipped on the Media Player (a prize for those who recognized the subject line) an' I remember he dug their single. IMO, the shit he wrote kicked the *fuck* outta theirs (and a lotta other peoples, too); boy had talent, y'know? Played on this awesome twelve-string monstrosity and brought the fuckin' house down, *easy*. Now, all I've got are memories. Not even a fucking demo and I'm pissed. Probably no way to hunt the motherfucker down, either, goddamnit.

ah well.


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